[I was and then I wans't] or [You were not and then you were]

sword, that is what came to me when
the grass parted and the dirt shone thru
like a dark glass from which the green
shot through -- atlantic sliver and the slough
where no bridge wandered. we wondered
and then we were the same. always, the change
teethed on ice and snow, the wood rocked
and the rope we held wearing our hands
into the water. now we are sinking in it.

Shake me out, or at least say
you were the one who started it.